I Have More Zeal Than Wit.

Of Little Use, The Man You May Suppose, Who Says In Verse What Others Say In Prose; Yet Let Me Show A Poet's Of Some Weight, And (though No Soldier) Useful To The State, What Will A Child Learn Sooner Than A Song? What Better Teach A Foreigner The Tongue? What's Long Or Short, Each Accent Where To Place And Speak In Public With Some Sort Of Grace?

O Let Us Still The Secret Joy Partake, To Follow Virtue Even For Virtue's Sake.

The Sound Must Seem An Echo To The Sense.

Search Then The Ruling Passion: This Clue, Once Found, Unravels All The Rest.

When I Die, I Should Be Ashamed To Leave Enough To Build Me A Monument If There Were A Wanting Friend Above Ground. I Would Enjoy The Pleasure Of What I Give By Giving It Alive And Seeing Another Enjoy It.